[Gods and Demons Group Chat]
[Crispfang]: Hey, is this not basically the Deceitful Bloom template?
[OneCup]: Seriously, no behind the scenes manipulation at all?
[Boiling Orange]: No! Stop being so paranoid. You can see every operation related to the Divine Ga yourselves, and the Divine Ga would never allow that kind of thing anyway.
[Old Incense]: Still, it is way too similar. Personality traits, even the divine talent she had when Deceitful Bloom first entered the Divine Ga. It is almost a one to one copy.
[Drumr]: Deceitful Bloom, say it honestly.
[Deceitful Bloom]: I did nothing.
[Captain]: Then how did you pull this off?
[Boiling Orange]: You are all going too far. Deceitful Bloom, let us go. There is nothing to talk about with them.
[Ashveil]: Exactly. So boring. She said she did not do it, you do not believe her, what else can we do?
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[Demon Small Group]
[Boiling Orange]: This is really too much.
[Ashveil]: Seriously.
[Boiling Orange]: Deceitful Bloom, be honest. You really did nothing, right?
[Ashveil]: Say it here. Everyone here is on our side. We promise we will not spread it.
[Hearthsmoke]: Mm hmm.
[Foolishness]: Mm hmm.
[Deceitful Bloom]: ............
...
Once the personality traits and divine talent were locked in, the vine transford into a tiny Vineborne about three centiters tall, with silver hair and red eyes.
The screen collapsed again into a sphere about fifteen centiters in diater. Rita imdiately reached out and caught it.
The little Vineborne jumped onto the planet nad Beacon and started running in place like a hamster on a wheel, its short legs pumping nonstop. The planet beneath her feet began to rotate along with her movent.
Even though Rita currently had no fond feelings toward Vineborne, the sight still made a faint smile flicker in her eyes. She really did look foolish.
Rita extended a finger and poked the little Vineborne, knocking her slightly off balance. She nearly fell.
The little Vineborne yelled angrily at her and kept running.
Rita smiled and bit her lower lip, then poked her again.
Every ti Rita ssed with her, the little Vineborne would grumble in protest. Tiny ruby like flowers would burst open along her vine, releasing an intoxicating floral scent. But that was all. An angry little Vineborne could not actually do anything.
It was deeply satisfying.
After poking her several more tis, Rita suddenly sensed sothing was off. Her finger had not yet withdrawn when she noticed Nivalis and B80 standing side by side, staring at her with the kind of look usually reserved for soone profoundly helpless.
Rita silently pulled her finger back. With the hand that had been supporting the planet all along, she gave it a light tap.
Freed, the planet began to orbit around her, as if caught in a gravitational field it could not escape.
Beneath the planet floated a hollow star. This was Beacon's current star tier.
This was the key indicator for world invasions in this ga. She could only invade worlds whose star tier differed from hers by no more than two.
Just thinking about this ga made it feel long and drawn out. No wonder players were allowed to stay in contact with their worlds and send their pets back freely. Unless absolutely necessary, like in Card Swap where mory loss was mandatory, the Divine Ga was usually quite considerate.
But still, why fifty days?
The clock in the room chid. It was almost seven. She had to leave her room and move to the public areas of the war cruise.
The mont Rita's hand closed around the doorknob, her other hand had already clenched around Beacon.
This was her luck window.
As she opened the door, the player across the hall happened to step out as well.
Seventh tier?
Rita did not hesitate. She hurled the red planet in her hand straight at the green planet orbiting around the other player.
[World Beacon is invading world Verdant]
So this was how invasions worked aboard the war cruise. You smashed your world directly into another.
The mont the two worlds collided, the invasion began.
If the Divine Ga never got a cease and desist from Nintendo's lawyers, Rita would never be convinced.
Beacon reford beside Rita, but now both her Beacon and the other player's Verdant had progress bars beneath them. One for invasion, one for resistance.
The other player's expression darkened. He stared at the figure before him, golden rain curtain, ice dragon, and a chanoids pet.
BS Rita.
He had heard of her. He just had not expected to run into her this soon.
He turned and sprinted away at full speed. He still had a chance.
The chi of the hour rang out, and every player received a prompt.
[War Cruise Day One. At 7:00 the Divine Ga is about to begin. Will your world dispatch a key player to participate in this Divine Ga?]
[Ga start countdown: 30 seconds. Duration of this round: 15 minutes]
A small magic circle appeared in front of each player. Rita imdiately grabbed the little Vineborne who had been running on the wheel and tossed her into the circle, then took off after the fleeing player.
Invasion progress was unpredictable. It depended not only on the strength of each player's key figures, but also on the hidden synergies and counters between different world races.
But there was a faster and far more decisive way to affect invasion progress.
Players could represent their worlds directly and initiate a banner duel.
Rita and Nivalis, with For Her Perfection attribute synchronization active, sprinted wildly through the corridor.
At the sa ti, the cruise wide broadcast kept sounding.
[World Marmang is invading world Layered Peaks]
[World Yet Orange is invading world Bonsai]
[World Nuclear Flash is invading world Pingze]
[World Fury is invading world Porcelain Bloom]
[World BS is invading world Black Spring]
Every player had gone to war.
While skills could not be used on other players directly, self targeting skills were fully allowed. Rita charged forward wrapped in her golden rain curtain, her footsteps rapid and relentless, each step detonating with bursts of golden lightning.
On the floor above her, Wither had just stepped out of his room when he felt fine threads of golden rain pass through the ceiling and land on his head. The rest slipped through the floor beneath his feet and fell to the level below.
The rain curtain even seed to be slanted, as if driven by strong wind, cutting diagonally across the structure.
Alright. BS Rita had run past.
Monts later, the golden rain curtain drifted back again at a sharp angle, nearly parallel to the floor.
Right. BS Rita had co running back.
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